Before 1 year-old, he experienced extensive burns, then lost his dear father, and was forced to be placed next to his grandmother. He experienced disasters such as his front teeth being knocked out and lived with his grandparents until he was 7 years old. Grandma loves me, but she is an absolute pessimist? The victim's mentality instills an idea into me almost every day with actions: I am a poor child with bad karma, lacking love, and my fate is troubled.
Grandma always hugs me, Lacrimosa. I cried with her when I was a child, but I was forced to listen to her cry when I grew up. It was not until after many years of marriage that I refused to cooperate with my grandmother's grief and escape from her grief over the loss of her son.
When I returned to my mother, I felt out of place with my family. I deeply understand that children have a strong ability to feel the world and a poor ability to interpret it. In the process of inferiority and transcendence, I chose the former, and in the process of growing up, I constantly belittled myself. To some extent, in order to get more attention from my mother, I traded being sick and wasting myself for it. While enjoying the bonus I won by this means, I judged myself to be an unnecessary waste.
On the way of growing up, I have stumbled to the present, experienced several major and minor operations, experienced many occupations, and experienced many twists and turns and challenges. It can be said that the background color of my life is a miserable and inferior person. For many years, I have been immersed in my own plot, tragically interpreting and creating my own miserable life.
This is a familiar smell when I was a child, and I thought it was true. However, in the dead of night, I often can't be quiet inside. Why should I be unlucky? Is it really fate? What's the use of my efforts if it's all arranged? If it's just a bully, why should I let it kill me?
Even in the most ignorant time, I am still unwilling. I can't believe I'm so unlucky. Every pain and crisis doesn't seem to crush me, but it makes me more depressed and calm. There is always a voice in my heart: don't give up, don't give up, keep learning, keep growing and keep experiencing, and one day you will be in the same boat through thick and thin!
I feel my tenacious vitality and indomitable spirit of Xiao Qiang! Let me grow and improve constantly and become a better and better self.
Finally, I want to say: fortunately, I didn't give up. Thank you for meeting you-a better self! There is a long way to go in Xiu Yuan, and I will go up and down. Never too old to learn. It is never too old to learn. Come on!